you cannot give
what you never had
your soul caves in
your mind scrambles
for a shovel
release the sounds
send them on their merry way
back to the sorrow filled houses
where music lay still
as a graveside after the weeping
send them back to the carnivals
the smoky bars
the houses of shouting
the wanting
the wanting
the gaping mouths of need
beads of sweat
on my forehead
roll down my nose
drip onto my chest
i absorb them back
into my body
what you never had
your soul caves in
your mind scrambles
for a shovel
release the sounds
send them on their merry way
back to the sorrow filled houses
where music lay still
as a graveside after the weeping
send them back to the carnivals
the smoky bars
the houses of shouting
the wanting
the wanting
the gaping mouths of need
beads of sweat
on my forehead
roll down my nose
drip onto my chest
i absorb them back
into my body
3 comments:
love the work and the poem is nice.
Katelen
Great painting - love it!
Fabulous poem - and I'm loving your landscape work so much.
You go!
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